Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PASS OUT, artist - Quavo. Album song QUAVO HUNCHO, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
PASS OUT |
| 22 million dollars in cash left on the street |
| The boy who picked up the cash? |
| Went on a mission |
| (Buddah Bless this beat) |
| It’s the most money I’ve ever felt or touched |
| Buddah, Huncho, go! |
| Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah) |
| I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cashed out |
| I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out (Bitch) |
| Woo, woo, woo, yes sir |
| Woo (Hey!), woo (That's hard), yes sir |
| I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth (No) |
| I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out (Uh) |
| Woo, woo, woo, yes sir |
| Woo (Hey!), woo, woo, woo, yes sir |
| Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr (Huncho) |
| Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr |
| Yeah, whip it like I can’t stand it (Skrrt, skrrt) |
| Pull up, park and do damage (Skrrt) |
| Trap house to a mansion (Trap) |
| I put that on my granny (Grandma) |
| Grandma, yeah |
| Grandma |
| Let me see that lighter (Hey) |
| Fire a nigga ass up, yerr (Yeah) |
| Missed his head so I caught him in the ear (Grrrah) |
| I should face tattoo a hundred tears (Huh?) |
| All these rappers wanna make disappear (Woo) |
| In the spotlight lookin' like deers (Deer) |
| 'Specially when we pull up pressin' (Press 'em) |
| 'Specially when we pull up flexin' (Flexin') |
| 'Specially when we pull up checkin' (Check 'em) |
| 150 cash on a necklace (Ice) |
| Young nigga scrapin' them extras (Skrrt) |
| Movin' 'em blocks, no Tetris (Blocks) |
| Wrap 'em a lot like Texas |
| I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cashed out |
| I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out (Bitch) |
| Woo, woo, woo, yes sir |
| Woo (Hey!), woo (That's hard), yes sir |
| I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth (No) |
| I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out (Uh) |
| Woo, woo, woo, yes sir |
| Woo (Hey!), woo, woo, woo, yes sir |
| Lil' mama fine as hell, but she actin' saditty (Stuck up) |
| I’m not Will Smith, but I’m tryna get jiggy (Fuck her) |
| I can show you how to make a band like Diddy |
| Get up out yo' feelings 'fore this choppa make you dance like Shiggy (21) |
| 6 God just like Drizzy (Skrait up) |
| Shoot you in the back like Ricky (Skraight up) |
| Seats peanut butter like Jiffy (Skraight up) |
| Y’all niggas rats like Mickey (Skraight up) |
| Thick women only, I’m picky (On God) |
| Yellow diamonds on me, they pissy (On God) |
| Elliot the one did all my ice, but I’m not talkin' bout Missy (On God) |
| Pick your side (Yeah) |
| One man army, don’t need no side (Yeah) |
| Rolls-Royce truck (Skraight up) |
| Your bitch gettin' down on her knees inside (On God) |
| Y’all gotta put shit together, 'cause your money short, nigga, like Yeezy |
| slides (Broke ass) |
| The Bentley truck came with them, I ain’t even have to put no TVs inside |
| I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cashed out |
| I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out (Bitch) |
| Woo, woo, woo, yes sir |
| Woo (Hey!), woo (That's hard), yes sir |
| I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth (No) |
| I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out (Uh) |
| Woo, woo, woo, yes sir |
| Woo (Hey!), woo, woo, woo, yes sir |
| Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr |
| Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr |
| Yeah, hey! |
| Only God I fear (God) |
| It’s ten bricks in the Lear (Bricks) |
| Draco came with a mirror (Boom-boom-boom-boom) |
| To watch my back (Uh, uh) |
| Heard he got whacked (Huh, huh) |
| The bando back (Uh) |
| Cookin' from scratch (Uh, whip) |
| Heard you the man now |
| You do the dirt with your hands, huh? |
| (Dirt) |
| Get it for a lil' bit of change, feel like you pickin' up cans now (Uh) |
| Satellites on the plane, think the prezi flyin' (Dope) |
| Beep, beep! |
| Fuck it, dead line (Fuck it) |
| Took your bitch to the bank, now her head’s mine (Toppy) |
| If I ever have kids, inherit my bread line (Oh!) |